Wang Jue ignored him. Instead, he looked at a middle-aged man at the next table and shouted, "I am Fast Sword Ma San!"
The man was a passing traveler with an honest and simple appearance. Startled by the sudden shout, he squinted, cupped his hands in a polite salute, and said, "I've heard much about you..."
Wang Jue nodded. He then turned his attention to a teenage passerby carrying a rucksack on the main road and yelled, "Hey, I am Fast Sword Ma San!"
The teenager shrank his neck in fear and bolted away.
"My title is quite intimidating, isn't it?" Wang Jue thought with a faint smile. He was here to grind out a quest. From then on, he simply sat in the tea stall, drinking tea and shouting a single phrase: "I am Fast Sword Ma San."
